Stinky Fish Dog

About two years ago my mother made a comment about Gus smelling like dead fish. The nieces happened to hear that. They were young and impressionable. From then on out Gus was the stinky fish dog. He doesn't really smell like dead fish he smells like dog. But you can't explain that to those little girls. Nana said he smelt like dead fish and that was that.

When we were up north Gus and Murphy, his BFF forever, found a bag of fish guts to roll in. First time he has ever rolled in anything gross apart from cow poo. Well the Beans goes to Nana, now they both really do smell like dead fish. It was one of those moments that you remember. She said it so matter of fact, and it was so true. 

 Well we have been at home for two weeks now. I thought it was all behind us, the rolling in nastiness. Not so much. The past few days Gus has been going on adventures and coming home rank. Not like dead fish, but like dead something.

Sunday I thought maybe he rolled in cow crap. But the smell wasn't quite there. Hey, we live in the country I know what cow poo smells like. He got a bath. At least when you tell him he stinks and needs a bath he willingly walks to the bathroom and climbs into the tub and waits.

(how many dogs do you know that do that!)

Tuesday he disappeared for about an hour. You need to know something about Gus. We don't tie him up. He normally stays around the yard. If he does go visiting he always comes home with in a half hour or so. If not the sound of the ATV makes him come running. So anyway Tuesday he goes on an adventure. He found something. He rolled in it. He brought a piece of it's bones home to chew on. Yup G-R-O-S-S!! It was beyond nauseating. He got a bath. He got scrubbed with doggie wash, twice. He even got his teeth brushed. 

Wednesday night I let him out and I made a bee line to the bathroom. He was literally outside by himself for five minutes. He wondered off again.  It was like he was thinking about it all day. As soon as he was free of the house he ran to it. He rolled in it. He reveled in it. Then he came home from his rot binge and felt like crap. Mom was mad. He knew he was naughty.  Draw the bath and wait for him to be ready to come inside. Eventually he was and he was marched straight into the bathroom for another bath. He got scrubbed with doggie wash twice. At lest he didn't bring any pieces home with him.

Three baths in four days. I am now out of doggie wash. And there still is a slight odor to him, if you bury your nose in fur in just the right spot you get a slight whiff. Let me tell you getting the smell of rotting flesh out of a dog is not easy. I blame Murphy. He never did anything like this until she introduced him to the bag of rotting fish guts.